Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.